Boss' Life [Domo Genesis]

Dedicated to @goatnamedfelicia, thank you girla ♡♥♡
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"Uh, ignant ass white kid,

but I'm still bicycling and recycling

And I'm still eating gummy bear vitamins

All my bitches taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen"

I groaned as I turned around in my bed facing my nightstand and grabbed my Galaxy S4. My eyes were blinded from the light. I knew I should've turned it down. I dragged the green ring to answer the call, I didn't bother checking the caller ID. I wish I rethought that decision.

"ORIANNA WAKE THE FUCK UP FAGGOT!"

I cringed at his voice. Tyler.

"The fuck you want nigga, I was sleeping."

I fell asleep working on sketches for the OF merchandise.

"I need you to work an extra shift at the shop, Lucas called in sick and Sarah's out of town."

"Fine. What time?"

"One."

I glanced over to my alarm clock. It was 12:32.

"Really Tyler, in 30 minutes?"

"Love you, now go get ready."

I sighed. "Whatever fag."

I clicked the end button. I groaned loudly and slid out of my king sized bed. I did my hygiene shit, took an aspirin, and got dressed. Putting on my Michael Kors watch, I checked the time. 4:49. I slipped on my grey True Flight Jordans and hurried to my Mercedes Benz. I'm not gonna lie, working with Tyler and at the shop payed more than I expected. I'm a model and designer, and just about every brand you could think of wanted to hire me. But instead I'm working with my nigga, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He worked hard to get where he is today and I'm glad to help him.

When I got to the shop Tyler was looking for me through the glass windows. Once he saw me he did the Stevie J face at me, creep. I locked my Benz and walked inside.

"FAAG!"

Tyler bear-hugged me. I struggled as I tried to get out of his grip.

"Thank you so much fag, I have to be at the studio to record this new album."

"Just go do what you gotta do nigga."

He grabbed his grey Lucas hoodie while walking towards the door.

"If you need anything, Hodgy Left and Doms are in the back." He yelled at me.

I groaned as I heard him say the last name.

Why don't I like Domo? I dont even know why, I get along well with the rest of the guys, its just him.

"Wassup Ori" Hodgy said dapping me up.

"Hi" I replied shyly. I gave Left a hug, and left Domo hanging there.

I walked over to the counter, pulled out my sketchbook, and began to work on this really cool shirt for Tyler. The shirt was all white with four colorful blocks that spelled out 'Golf'.

"Aight Ori we out" Left said walking out with Hodgy. I shrugged and kept drawing.

"Hey" Domo walked over to the counter. I did a really big sigh, so he could get the message and leave me the fuck alone.

"Why you always act like that towards me?" he asked.

"Maybe I dont want to talk to you" I mumbled while rolling my eyes.

"But you talk to all of the guys except me. That's a problem." he smirked. "We should go out sometime"

"No we shouldnt" I closed my sketchbook and looked at him. "What do you want from me? "

"We known each other since Tyler first opened this shop the least you can do is say hey to me" he said.

"HEY!" I rolled my eyes. "ARE YOU HAPPY?"

I waved my hands in his face.

"Stop!"

"Leave me alone then" I grabbed my bags and started towards the door. "Besides its my break"

I left Domo at the shop by himself, only bc he was bothering me. So I went to somewhere more peaceful, like Starbucks.